“Apparently, I don’t own anything that isn’t black, and I haven’t worn this in forever and—” “Len.” I pushed away from the hood of my truck and stalked toward her. “Shut up. You look beautiful.” Her eyebrows lifted. “Don’t believe me?” I said as I slid my hands up and down, digging my fingers into her waist, hips, and the soft curve of her lower stomach. “Turn around.” Eyes peered through every window shade in the bunkhouse. Lennon’s lips parted in shock when she saw what I saw. “They can’t stop staring at you, and I can’t blame ’em.”
